A sort of melancholy, and regret, seizes us every time we meet a sophisticated, adulterated idiot. Oh the nice fools of yestertime! Genuine, natural. Like homemade bread. — Leonardo Sciascia Copy Share Image
A sort of melancholy, and regret, seizes us every time we meet a sophisticated, adulterated idiot. Oh the nice fools of yestertime! Genuine, natural.… — Leonardo Sciascia Copy Share Image
“…And the sound of the sea, like the wild-animal breath of the world itself, frightened them as it gasped and died at their feet.” — Leonardo Sciascia Copy Share Image
“il brigadiere cominciò a fare il suo lavoro di osservazione, in funzione del rapporto scritto che gli toccava poi fare: compito piuttosto ingrato sempre,… — Leonardo Sciascia Copy Share Image
I hate and detest Sicily in so far as I love it, and in so far as it does not respond to the kind… — Leonardo Sciascia Copy Share Image
“The only institution in the Sicilian conscience that really counts is the family; counts, that is to say, more as a dramatic juridical contract… — Leonardo Sciascia Copy Share Image
“Scientists say that the palm tree line, that is the climate suitable to growth of the palm, is moving north, five hundred metres, I… — Leonardo Sciascia Copy Share Image
“The Sicilian language is the only one in Europe that has no future tense. The island’s bitter legacy of conquest and revolt seems to… — Leonardo Sciascia Copy Share Image
“There's a proverb, a maxim, that runs, 'The dead man is dead; let's give a hand to the living.' Now, you say that to… — Leonardo Sciascia Copy Share Image
The best thing on translation was said by Cervantes: translation is the other side of a tapestry. — Leonardo Sciascia Copy Share Image
